Then the void was filled with sadness.
That crept from another hole in space.
So now the void has split.
I now have a void and sadness in its place.
I look into my reflection, and see indifference on my face.
I barely recognize myself. It's a different time, a different place.
This pencil touches paper. And I have yet to know why.
I feel this sadness but no one is about to die.
I see all the flashings. The pictures in my head.
I see many different things. Often I just see red.
I look across the faces. Written on each is fear.
That's the first sign for me. I know he has been here.
The salty trail of tears, reflects across my face.
Yet indifference again I feel. Another hole. Empty space.
The music in the background is soft and simply slow
I notice my heart follows, I wonder if from me it will go.
Come tell me your sins. Despite my dark profession.
Do not hold back from me. I WILL have your confession.
Don't put your trust in me. I am nobody's saviour.
But I promise you my darling, I'm on my best behavior.
